Finding an Opportunity

Asher clasped Abigail's hand firmly, guiding her toward the dance floor with purpose. Halfway there, however, she planted her feet and tried to tug her hand free, her eyes meeting his daringly.

"I don't want to dance with you," she said, her tone calm but resolute.

He arched a brow, his grip tightening briefly before he released her hand. "Perhaps next time, we shouldn't pair up if you're so against it dancing with me," he said smoothly, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "Or would you prefer I find someone else to dance with?"

Not to his surprise, Abigail agreed immediately, her chin lifting. "Go ahead." Her disinterest was as clear as day, and her nonchalant shrug only fuelled his determination.

Asher's smirk deepened. "No chance. I'm a man of honour and I will only dance with my partner tonight." Without waiting for her agreement, he took her hand again, his grip firm yet careful, and continued toward the dance floor.